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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The Tale of a Scatterbrained Mom

I cannot be the only one…who used to be able to handle the workings
of an entire company, chat on the phone with her best girlfriend
about the insane sale they got on their latest pair of killer pumps, and paint their nails all at the same time, and not miss a beat.Only to jump ahead five
years and not only not own any pumps that have been purchased in the last two
years, but can’t even remember why they are standing in front of the open
silverware drawer staring at it’s contents.This, my friends, is the sign of a scatterbrained mom…and I
am one of them.

For the most part I am able to keep this family running,
with little to no incidents of fire or trips to the emergency room, but if one
extra layer is added to this family cake, all hope is lost. A close family
member was hospitalized last weekend, after days of the old “he’s going home
tomorrow” routine, I decided I needed to pay the poor sick-o a visit in the
hospital.But as a mom I can’t just decide to
visit and simply go for a visit, there are schedules to be rearranged, sitting-on Sonny Boy favors to be called in, and timing to consider in order to
eat a meal sometime as well.

After
getting all of my ducks in a row, I started out to the hospital, on the way I
spotted a market and thought to myself, “I can’t visit without an offering of
chocolate, chocolate makes everyone feel better,” so I pulled into the parking
lot to make a quick chocolate run.I grabbed the essential Ghiradelli salted caramel
goodness and walked briskly to cashier where I handed over my treats only to
realize…I forgot my wallet.After
apologizing for wasting the cashier’s time, I decided the visit would be sub-par
without the chocolate but it was going to have to due, and drove straight to
the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital I saw the building only
offers paid parking, which meant I had to drive and park four blocks away, because
no wallet means no paid parking lot.I finally made into the main entrance of the hospital and became aware that I
had no idea where o’where my family member could be. I dipped my hand into my purse to grab my cell
phone to call, when…yes, you guessed it, I had forgotten it as well.I imagined my cell phone and wallet
together on the kitchen counter enjoying a good laugh at my scatterbrained
expense while drinking cups of coffee, but this imagining got me no closer to finding my hospital bed ridden family member.Luckily, a rather nice security guard saw my increasingly
grumpy knitted eyebrows and offered to guide me to where I needed to be, and I finally
paid a visit to my sickly family member.

What is this inability to keep track of more than one thing
at a time that happens when you become a mom?Is it that we have three balls in the air juggling constantly, so that when that fourth ball gets tossed in we loose a beat
and let all the balls drop? Either way, this scatterbrained mama needs to rest
her frontal lobe before I leave the house without putting on pants (the poor
Sonny Boy would be scarred for life).